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This is going to seem like a ramble… but… I’m idle at the moment and idle fingers must tap keys in order for me to stay awake at my desk. I might as well think through some one of the things that is running through my weasel-brain today.

My neighbors probably hate me right now.

Last night, like a true multi-tasker, I cranked up a great Philosophy Bites podcast and hopped in my shower. In the latest download Julian Savulescu talks about the ‘Yuk’ Factor. Put more in expanded terms, the Yuk factor is more of the question: should we make decisions based on our base emotional/gut responses to situations/objects/actions.

I rather loved this discussion as it brought me back to the feelings I have when looking (or trying to look) at visual art. Back in graduate school I had the good fortune of taking a theory seminar with Jan Estep. One of our tasks was to respond to the question: what if a person, who has NO knowledge of art, looks at your work – how do they find value in what you’re doing? This person without any base knowledge of art is then, in theory, running purely on their yuk factor.

This question was a tough one for me to answer because my work isn’t concerned with aesthetics/beauty/sublimation. How is it possible to hook someone into looking at your work, when your work doesn’t visually stimulate them? If someone doesn’t have a preconceived notion of what art is, how can you make them consider something art? In the past, I’ve tried to make the argument that aesthetic appeal is not a necessary ingredient for a great piece. If this is possible, then I believe that there is a different mode of experiencing art that can be invoked… perhaps something along the lines of the viewer as researcher?

Speaking as a viewer, I love art that makes me work to uncover or create meaning. That’s always been the hook for me… understanding as a type of conceptual challenge. It’s not so much the gut-response factor that makes me love art. Instead, I find myself drawn to work that forces me to suspend any yuk factor, delve deeper, and resist making a judgment.

Enough of my blathering.


Definitely worth reading today:

Strained Relations, by Rick Poynor


Letter from London: See You Later Contemporary Art Curator, by Ben Street

Seattle is encouraging you to ride the SLUT! I love that Americans are finally getting into mass-transit in all the right ways.

Tim Hutchinson, Jason Edwards and Ben Prescott

Tim Hutchinson, Jason Edwards and Ben Prescott

I stumbled upon these excellent examples of contemporary use of the letterpress.

The Changing Face of Letterpress Exhibition

via Thomas Brasington on FLICKr

From Good Blog:

Perfectly fitting that I find this in my web wanderings between tasks this morning. I had a great dream last night about riding in the Mexico City metro… bouncing along underground and listening to pirated ABBA cds being blared at me from vendors with portable speakers.

I’m almost finished moving… after bribing all of my friends with promises of pizza, beer, and women/men of loose morals, I was able to drag all of my insanely heavy objects across MPLS to my new home. To summarize: I love living in Whittier. It is the perfect neighborhood for a lover of both urbanity and steamed dumplings. However, more on that in another post.

Today I would like to address something that I found while moving.

Back in 2006, when I was working on the Stolen Identity Project in Bulgaria, I was given a couple of old photo-lithographs. I didn’t really give much thought to them as they were presented to me by some British folks that were renovating their new home near Veliko Turnovo. I almost immediately rolled up the two prints and placed them into a large Ouzo bottle case that I picked up in Greece. A few wine/beer/vodka filled days later, I learned more of the photographs I was given.  In conversation with the Brits, I discovered that the photographs were peeled off of the garden wall and front gate and wall of their new home immediately before they demolished the old masonry.

It turns out the images they gave me were actually Necrologues — images of the dead who inhabited either that house or the area nearby. Apparently in Bulgarian culture, the public announcement of a death takes the form of physically placing a small poster, photograph, or drawing of the deceased in the public sphere. Even during Communist rule, these images were posted. Bridges, park benches, walls of private homes, trees, fountains, the outer gates of luxury hotels — all of these structures that delineate public and private space in its crudest terms are receptacles for the personal statements and independent voices expressed about lost loved ones.

I was amazed to witness the indirect transcendence of property laws. Generally, no one made an attempt to remove the signs… they existed until they disintergrated…



…because infrastructure is sexy.

I’m working with a great web-guru to merge my blog and portfolio site together… until that happens, my posts are going to be incredibly sporadic. In the mean time… I came across these two images which I’m slowly visually digesting over the course of the day.

I’ve been overwhelmed with moving! So… no blog posts. However, somehow I came across this today and it is making me damn happy!


A List:

Good Things (+)

5D Mark II, 24mm Tilt-Shift Test Image

5D Mark II, 24mm Tilt-Shift Test Image

-The Adaptation of Dante’s Inferno I bought yesterday.
-The sweet plastic smell of my MacBook.
-Knowing I don’t have to work Monday.

Not So Good Things (-)

-Getting on the bus and promptly having a bloody nose.
-Finding out exactly how much getting my BFA and MFA cost me. 
-Corporate Art.
-The Grey Dinginess that is Minneapolis in February. 

All in all… that was the last 12 hours summarized in +/-

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